6: Moving Day
Thank you to everyone that reviewed, especially Lauren, I didn't realize I wasn't accepting anonymous reviews. Please review, it keeps me sane!
I don't think I can survive until January, no new Alias will be the death of me!
AHH sorry about the Vaughn problem. I am using word perfect and the spell check is weird. I must have hit the wrong button or something, thank you for pointing it out!
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"So are the two of you going to explain why we hate Jack, or do I have to guess?" Eric Weiss asked as Sydney and Vaughn proceeded to unpack most of Vaughn's belongings into Sydney's apartment.
"Long story short, my parents and Vaughn's dad planned our lives. Basically, they orchestrated everything that happened to us so far. We weren't supposed to find out but when Vaughn shot Lauren, she told us about a deposit box in Wittenburg, that's where the project details were hidden." Sydney explained.
"And we're so calm about this, why?" Weiss asked.
"Well, Vaughn and I are gonna figure this all out, ... actually, I am surprised we are so calm about it. Well, whatever grab a box. The sooner we finish the sooner we can figure everything out." Sydney shrugged and grabbed another box.
When she moved however, a phot album fell out, picking it up, she reveled a picture of a young Vaughn, struggling to stand despite all the hockey gear he was wearing. Behind him stood a proud William Vaughn. Arms around his son, with a beaming smile.
"I was always so mad when he missed a game or practice, so my mom decided to take a couple of pictures of us ready for a game, so I could look at one when he wasn't there. This is the last photo that we have of my father before he died, well I guess disappeared is the better word. I think I had a copy that I looked at before every game, even in high school." Vaughn said, leaning over Sydney's shoulder to look at the photo. "I just can't believe that he would have chose to miss my games, my life, just for a prophecy. I just can't see the father I knew ever doing that." He said shaking his head and walking away.
"He didn't, Vaughn. The father that loved you never left, just like Laura never left me. The parents, the wonderful people that they were never left because they live on in the two of us."Sydney said, then grabbing the photo she pointed, "you see that man, the way he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, you do that. Any kid who needs a hug, or comfort, you do that exact same thing.
And here," she continued flipping through the album to another picture, this one of Bill and Vaughn's mother, "look at how he looks at her, and puts his hand on the small of her back, that is the same way you are with me. And this one, God, Vaughn, I never met the man, but you two are identical in the way you interact with other people.
And you know that no matter how much I despise my mother at times, even I can't deny how similar we are. But the one thing I know, Michael, is that this man, right here, he loved his son. And I think that if he could have, he would have stayed with you."
"How do you do that?"
"What?"
"How do you know exactly what to say; what I really need to hear?"
"Well," she replied smugly, "I guess I'm just perfect."
"Oh yeah? And if I don't believe that..."
"You'll just have to learn to accept it then." Then grabbing the photo album she flips through the photos until she comes across on of a young Vaughn, maybe only two years old at the time.
"Ohh, Vaughn. Is this you? You were the cutest baby ever!"
"Hey! Let me see," Weiss piped up, ready to enter the conversation once again, "oh, look at little Mikey." then pinching Vaughn's cheeks, "he's just got the cutest little baby face!"
"Get off of me, Eric." Vaughn said, trying to divert attention away from anymore embarrassing photos.
"We are so putting this one in a frame, Vaughn, you are just too cute!"
"Hey. I thought we were unpacking not reliving the bad pictures of my childhood." Vaughn said as he carried more boxes into the living room.
"We are, we are, but this juts has to be hung up first." With that Sydney made her way to the refrigerator and stuck the picture of Vaughn and his father on the refrigerator. Turning towards Vaughn she whispers "I promise that your father wouldn't have left willingly. He couldn't have."
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The airport was not an unfamiliar place for Sydney and Vaughn. Combined the probably spent the greater part of a lifetime waiting in airports or flying in airplanes.
After checking in under aliases, Syd and Vaughn waited for their plane to take off.
The flight to Moscow was the one that might possible lead them to the answers they were searching for.
What did their futures hold? Where would their fated destinies lead them?
Vaughn reached over and grabbed Sydney's hand. He gave hers a light squeeze to remind her that he was there for her, that no matter what they found, they would get through it. Together.
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How does one decide if they need to break into the home of their own parent?
Sydney decided however, that since she was sure Jack had informed Bill and Irina that she had learned the truth, that they would be expecting a break in.
So, she decided they would go in old-school. They would knock and wait to be invited in.
They knocked, and then they waited. For what seemed like hours, but instead was only a few seconds.
The door swung open to reveal a figure familiar to only one of the agents standing on the doorstep.
"Michael? Is that really you, son?"
"Yeah, dad, its me."
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Yeah, I know short chapter. But, I was kinda stuck, so I wanted to finish it off. Maybe I'll be inspired later, I have really good plans for the next couple of chapters, so please stay tuned. Any and all suggestions and criticisms are welcomed and appreciated.
Thank you to everyone that reviewed, especially Lauren, I didn't realize I wasn't accepting anonymous reviews. Please review, it keeps me sane!
I don't think I can survive until January, no new Alias will be the death of me!
AHH sorry about the Vaughn problem. I am using word perfect and the spell check is weird. I must have hit the wrong button or something, thank you for pointing it out!
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"So are the two of you going to explain why we hate Jack, or do I have to guess?" Eric Weiss asked as Sydney and Vaughn proceeded to unpack most of Vaughn's belongings into Sydney's apartment.
"Long story short, my parents and Vaughn's dad planned our lives. Basically, they orchestrated everything that happened to us so far. We weren't supposed to find out but when Vaughn shot Lauren, she told us about a deposit box in Wittenburg, that's where the project details were hidden." Sydney explained.
"And we're so calm about this, why?" Weiss asked.
"Well, Vaughn and I are gonna figure this all out, ... actually, I am surprised we are so calm about it. Well, whatever grab a box. The sooner we finish the sooner we can figure everything out." Sydney shrugged and grabbed another box.
When she moved however, a phot album fell out, picking it up, she reveled a picture of a young Vaughn, struggling to stand despite all the hockey gear he was wearing. Behind him stood a proud William Vaughn. Arms around his son, with a beaming smile.
"I was always so mad when he missed a game or practice, so my mom decided to take a couple of pictures of us ready for a game, so I could look at one when he wasn't there. This is the last photo that we have of my father before he died, well I guess disappeared is the better word. I think I had a copy that I looked at before every game, even in high school." Vaughn said, leaning over Sydney's shoulder to look at the photo. "I just can't believe that he would have chose to miss my games, my life, just for a prophecy. I just can't see the father I knew ever doing that." He said shaking his head and walking away.
"He didn't, Vaughn. The father that loved you never left, just like Laura never left me. The parents, the wonderful people that they were never left because they live on in the two of us."Sydney said, then grabbing the photo she pointed, "you see that man, the way he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, you do that. Any kid who needs a hug, or comfort, you do that exact same thing.
And here," she continued flipping through the album to another picture, this one of Bill and Vaughn's mother, "look at how he looks at her, and puts his hand on the small of her back, that is the same way you are with me. And this one, God, Vaughn, I never met the man, but you two are identical in the way you interact with other people.
And you know that no matter how much I despise my mother at times, even I can't deny how similar we are. But the one thing I know, Michael, is that this man, right here, he loved his son. And I think that if he could have, he would have stayed with you."
"How do you do that?"
"What?"
"How do you know exactly what to say; what I really need to hear?"
"Well," she replied smugly, "I guess I'm just perfect."
"Oh yeah? And if I don't believe that..."
"You'll just have to learn to accept it then." Then grabbing the photo album she flips through the photos until she comes across on of a young Vaughn, maybe only two years old at the time.
"Ohh, Vaughn. Is this you? You were the cutest baby ever!"
"Hey! Let me see," Weiss piped up, ready to enter the conversation once again, "oh, look at little Mikey." then pinching Vaughn's cheeks, "he's just got the cutest little baby face!"
"Get off of me, Eric." Vaughn said, trying to divert attention away from anymore embarrassing photos.
"We are so putting this one in a frame, Vaughn, you are just too cute!"
"Hey. I thought we were unpacking not reliving the bad pictures of my childhood." Vaughn said as he carried more boxes into the living room.
"We are, we are, but this juts has to be hung up first." With that Sydney made her way to the refrigerator and stuck the picture of Vaughn and his father on the refrigerator. Turning towards Vaughn she whispers "I promise that your father wouldn't have left willingly. He couldn't have."
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The airport was not an unfamiliar place for Sydney and Vaughn. Combined the probably spent the greater part of a lifetime waiting in airports or flying in airplanes.
After checking in under aliases, Syd and Vaughn waited for their plane to take off.
The flight to Moscow was the one that might possible lead them to the answers they were searching for.
What did their futures hold? Where would their fated destinies lead them?
Vaughn reached over and grabbed Sydney's hand. He gave hers a light squeeze to remind her that he was there for her, that no matter what they found, they would get through it. Together.
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How does one decide if they need to break into the home of their own parent?
Sydney decided however, that since she was sure Jack had informed Bill and Irina that she had learned the truth, that they would be expecting a break in.
So, she decided they would go in old-school. They would knock and wait to be invited in.
They knocked, and then they waited. For what seemed like hours, but instead was only a few seconds.
The door swung open to reveal a figure familiar to only one of the agents standing on the doorstep.
"Michael? Is that really you, son?"
"Yeah, dad, its me."
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Yeah, I know short chapter. But, I was kinda stuck, so I wanted to finish it off. Maybe I'll be inspired later, I have really good plans for the next couple of chapters, so please stay tuned. Any and all suggestions and criticisms are welcomed and appreciated.